Mom asked my girl today, “Do I still need to go to that neurology appointment?” My girl responded, “Grandma, why do you think you don’t need to go to that appointment?” Mom replied, “Dr. O (mainland doc) said I didn’t need to anymore.” My girl said she’d call Dr. O and find out. Mom spent the rest of the day stalking her granddaughter in hopes of an answer. I was assured, after apologizing for my mother’s behavior, that otherwise mom had had a good day, and not to worry about it.
I think part of mom’s dementia path is to obsess with confabulation. Prior, I’ve taken each episode as it came, but now it seems more like carastrophic reactions… The focus changes, but it’s the same thing: In this arena it’s obsessing.